I found the rotting body I had buried the week before. It was finally ready for consumption! It all started as a child, my mother taught me the taste of humans was amazing. She’d hire a sitter for me and have me set the traps. I’d catch her and mother would take her to the woods and bury her. We’d dig her up when the rot kicked in and enjoy the meal. Now that I’m a big boy I can do it all on my own. Yummy, yummy salted guts! I also love guts and nuts. Almonds are my favorite!
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Electrician
My names Dave, and I’m an electrician. Every day, I get up, shave, and go to work fixing things. I also like to watch. I set up cameras in all the houses I fix. Then I go home and watch. The power went out in my house one night. I was fixing the fuse box in the basement and I noticed cameras everywhere. Someone had been watching me. The basement door closed and I heard it lock. “Now all your clients get to watch you, instead,” a voice said. “No, please. I value my privacy,” I shouted. They all laughed.
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Comments (6)
This is great! I love this! So dark and humorous! Wonderfully written! Well done!
Ooooo, I like his mother very much. Hahahahah. This was awesomeeee!
Damn it, now I'm hungry! LOL well done!
Wow, I definitely horror story 👏
This would be a good movie 🎬📝😉
Oh the horror! 😲